Monday, November 30, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
while waiting patiently for our first train of the day, we found one lone puddle to splash in.
lookit this kid!
seriously. look at her.
it was a weekend so the trains were few and far between.
after we splashed the hell out of that one puddle, we needed something else to pass the in-between times.
how about we look for fat, juicy slugs in the wet leaves? yeah!
holy moly! is that... could it be? i think...
"bus. i could just reach out and touch it. right there. wow."
"test the addiction. turn your back on the bus. you don't need the bus. you don't even care about the bus. just. walk. away."
as the day grew warmer. we ventured further into the bush. well, the bushes, actually.
in an alarming turn of events, beatrix has entered into her 'climbing' phase. we were thanking our lucky stars that she was putting this off, but now we're cursing under our breath at all of the scalable surfaces in our home. she has taken to it with reckless abandon and, i might add, quite a degree of professionalism. she even has her own rosin bag. truth be told, it's equal parts dread and excitement.
we've been saying for a little while that she's just not a baby anymore, she's a kid. well, it's pretty awesome to watch this little person grab hold of her high chair and begin to pull herself up. she finds foot holds, adjusts her grip, pauses to panic... i loved to climb as a kid, whether it was trees, rocks, or even the sides of buildings. i'm glad to see bebe taking it up with such enthusiasm, and it's fun watching her learn the most important climbing rule: it's not the getting up that's the hardest part- it's the getting down that's the challenge. lucky for her, we still respond to her calls for "hepp! hepp!"
i decided it was time to take the train thing to the next level. sure, it was fun watching from the high ground, behind a fence. but with daddy's pass, we could down onto the platform and watch the trains come and go... for hours.
wait! i think i hear something!
YESSSS! finally. okay, so the platform was basically a bust. we waited and waited, and bebe lost her patience, just like her mother. where was i? anyway, after the train came and went, we booked it home for lunch.
across the street we saw this guy- he had teeth like bebe!
Monday, November 23, 2009
and read lots of books!
bebe is often gone on book tours. she picks one book and then takes it around to everyone.
she likes to hear each person's interpretation of the material before forming her own opinion.
"now, here you believe that the pink elephant represents your mother's wayward tendencies, while the yellow zebra acts as your own reconciliation of those tendencies in a cleansing and forward-moving manner- am i hearing you right? very interesting. that's not the way steve saw it at all..."
"these kids are a little too happy for my tastes."
after dinner bebe stripped down to the choobs and searched for babies in one of her "baby" magazines.
"where are the tantrums?"
"the dirty diapers?"
"day long crying jags from teething, skinned knees, broken toys..."
"i don't even see a bad haircut anywhere! is all of this some kind of elaborate put-on to persuade people into thinking they need services and products that taken out of context would seem absurd, useless, and even wasteful? what the jeebus is going on!?!"
that's pretty much it, bebe. nail on the head.
"oh. alright then."
after all that, it was time for some jammies and something a little more transparent to read.
by the end of the evening, everybody was wiped out.
big thanks to steve and jodie for stopping in to hang out with us, listening to us bemoan the less fun aspects of our lives, and especially for bringing along an extra ticket to the celtics game! Thanks Guys!